Introduction - [Accidental Voice]/[Action for 845 Goldberg Street]

[gavehimwings]

[Was this heaven?

It had to be heaven. All around her was warmth and softness and silence. The panicked voices of her friends and family had all faded away. If Welkin were still here, he wouldn't be quiet. He'd be telling her stories, talking about all the problems in the Edelweiss that needed fixing, going on and on about this fascinating new species of moth...

But it was quiet.

Or at least it was until a shrieking ring pierced the peace. Isara sat bolt upright with a gasp, and what she saw around her made her shriek. This wasn't the clinic. This wasn't her room. These weren't her clothes and nowhere in the base or any Gallian camp would look this...this pink!

Isara's new family will probably be alerted to her presence by a great deal of crashing, banging around, and shouting coming from the girl's room, until Isara finally comes tearing out of her room, looking about her in every direction, tense as a whipcord to attack despite the fact that she's dressed in a blue flannel nightgown with a panda bear on it She calls out in a voice that echoes in the little house.] What's going on? Where am I? Who are you and why have you captured me?!

[As she takes the corner into the living room, however, Isara collides with the table where a telephone happens to be sitting, knocking it off the receiver so that it bounces off the floor. At that point, all and sundry will be able to listen in on what, by now, is probably a very familiar scene of someone panicking, saying that what's going on can't be true, trying to wake themselves up, and the like. But the end table slows her down, at least. As Isara stumbles, wincing in pain, she's forced to slow down and take in her new surroundings.

Every detail is more horrifying than the last. That looks like her in some of those photos on the mantlepiece. Snatching one off for a closer look is enough to prove to Isara that it is her, or some kind of twisted twin. But that tall, lanky woman with the short red hair, or that boy who's always scowling or making faces...she doesn't know them! What the hell is she doing with them? She...she looks like she loves them! Like they're her family!

Glass shatters as Isara hurls a photo of her playing volleyball at the wall.] What the hell is going on here? Show yourselves! My name is Corporal Isara Gunther of the Gallian militia, serial number 66409, and I demand answers!

((ooc: And here she is! I bring you all Isara Gunther of Valkyria Chronicles. To the residents of 845, I do apologize for the mess. Isara here is just from the point of her death on Marberry Shore, and so is a bit confused and disoriented to start with, and family is a sadly hot button issue with her. Apologies as always for the TL;DR

And I am conscious! Tag at me!))

Comments

[gavehimwings]

[A sigh greets this simple declaration.] Right. Mayfield. I guess that's what I'll call it, too.

Thank you so much, Cain. You've helped me a lot already.

[kinship]

It's no trouble, really. We all have to look out for one another here, friend or stranger.

[gavehimwings]

Well, if you ever need me to look out for you, just give me a call and I'll be there in a flash!

[kinship]

Please don't hesitate to do the same, Corporal. If you need someone to show you around, I'd be more than happy to.

[gavehimwings]

I might take you up on that. This place already looks so different from home. And you can just call me "Isara", y'know. I don't mind. It's not like I get to boss anyone around all that much. Mostly everyone either knows me as our tank driver or Welkin's sister.

[kinship]

Just call and ask for Cain anytime, and I'd be glad to... or my house is 1648 Albright Lane.

[gavehimwings]

And mine is...um, just hold on a minute. [The phone is set down. Cain might distantly hear the sound of a door opening, a few seconds of silence, and then a door closing. Isara picks up the phone soon after.] 845 Goldberg street!

[kinship]

I'll definitely remember that!

Would you like me to come over now? Or do you have some friends in the house as your new family?

[gavehimwings]

Um...I mean, if you're not busy, I guess now's as good a time as any. I haven't really met anyone in the house yet, but I did make a nuisance of myself. II should probably be out of their hair for a bit.

[kinship]

It's no trouble at all, just hold on and I'll be right over!

[And he's true to his word, hanging up and hurrying around. Knocking politely on the door a short time later, is one small and skinny ten year old boy.]

[gavehimwings]

[At which point the door will be opened by Isara, who has managed to ditch the nightshirt for a slightly more sensible if exceptionally bland blouse and skirt. She smiles warmly at the sight of him.]

Cain, right? Wow, you really got here quickly!

But...[And here she looks up and down the street, searching for any other signs of life.] ...is it really all right for you to be out on your own?

[kinship]

[He's wearing immaculately pressed trousers and a shirt, perfectly turned out as always, and there's nobody to be seen with him.]

Don't worry, my brother knows where I am.

[gavehimwings]

Well...[It still makes her a bit uncertain, but Cain obviously knows his way around much better than she does and so Isara doesn't protest further. She steps outside and closes the door behind her.] I'll take you back when we're done, okay?

[kinship]

[He grins at her, perfectly happy to accept even if there was no call for worry.]

Alright if you insist. Where would you like to see first? There's a park, a library, the schools..?